Gooood evening people!
While you guys are probably having a sweet time tucking yourselves to bed or having a glass of cold milk, I'm massaging my own temples.
I'm having migrain.
Oh, what to do? It's not a headache. No. It's worse.
It's like, half of my head only hurts and I see nothing but surreal blur-ness.
And I took my mum's advice - don't even move if possible. Not even your eyeballs.
A slight move and your world goes spinning.
I'm not exaggerating, people.
Now, enough moaning.
Since Dee-D's blog had a conversation with a sick customer, it's my turn to share a convo I had with this guy when I was on my way to my dad's place yesterday.
It's freakin' hilarious. To me, at least.
This guy had such a girly, gay voice. I didn't mean it in a good way. I know some guys sounds totally cute with girly voice but seriously this one? Gosh, I think Ellen Degeneres would sound better with a guy's voice, you know. Yup, that bad. He had this mohawk that he highlighted it green and had eyes the size of a mouse's. He had a tummy that even Humpty Dumpty can't beat.
That weird.
*TG - tummy guy.
Me: *Minding my own business, waiting for the LRT which was around 8 minutes*
TG: Dek, lawa nye. Nak pegi mane?
(Translation: You're a pretty girl. Where are you going?)
Me: Somewhere you don't wanna know.
(I hate talking malay to strangers)
TG: Why I cannot know?
(Bad english. HAHA)
Me: Why do you wanna know?
TG: So I can teman you lah. Nice what, have boyfriend like me. *winks*
(Teman - accompany in english)
Me: *Raise one eyebrow* I'm sorry?
TG: What you sorry for?
(Stupid.)
Me: I'm sorry for ever talking to you in the first place. *Glance at screen*
(5 more minutes for train)
TG: I also riding the train, you know.
Me: Didn't ask. *smiles*
TG: Relax ah. I only want to kenal-kenal.
(Kenal-kenal - Get to know, in malay)
Me: I never said I wanted to kenal-kenal with someone like you. *disgusted face*
TG: I know you think I handsome lah, okay. No need to hide.
Me: *Still keep tone nice* Look, I really hate to say this but you remind me of someone I hate.
TG: Who?
Me: *shrugs* I don't know. *pretends to think* Micheal Jackson doesn't really click either. He doesn't have a hideous mohawk.
TG: Huh? What you talking about?
Me: *sighs* You don't get it do you?
TG: No.
Me: *sighs and looks at mak cik beside me* Cik, saye rase kan, mak die tk pernah ajar camne nak cakap ngan pompuan.
(Mak Cik - Old lady)
(Translation: I don't think his mum ever taught him how to talk to a girl.)
Mak cik: Ye ke? Die kacau awak?
(Translation: Really? Did he disturb you?)
Me: *nods*
Mak cik: Eh, nak. Mak awak tak ajar awak cukop eh? Awak ingat awak ni siape...
(Continuous bickering from her)
Me: *smiles* The train is here. *walks off*
TG: Wait! *wants to walks off but mak cik pulls his hand*
Mak cik: Oi! Awak jangan nak pergi mane-mane! Amboi...
(Continuous bickering again)
Me: *waves as train goes off*
I wish my friends or Dee-D was here. She would've handled that guy way differently. Note: I tend to be more nice at handling these kind of situations, yet sarcastic.
Special thanks to that Mak Cik. (:
